winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
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Miss Wente Jiang Huazi
Actually, winter is beautiful.
The forest is clean and concise.
The sun set up camps everywhere.
The figure of children playing in front of and behind the mountain.
It also reminds people of the pergola.
The posture of loofah
In the sunshine of the dozing old man
Forgot to set up a sentry
Now you dive into the inland river
Sorrow is caught by the beating waves.
My riverbed is dry and cracked.
Deep into the blood of his ancestors
The bell struck dawn.
Rolling dewdrop
Lotus leaves are fresh and stretch in the wind.
Actually, winter is beautiful.
Nature takes off one coat after another.
Show the naked soul
Latent bone marrow in winter
You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring.
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Silent winter
It is very cold in winter.
Like a person who has lost his memory.
Patience. As before
Cold and quiet
No expression
Winter is pure.
Like a pure world.
White swan. It is carefree.
The wild escape made snowflakes.
Be widely discussed
Sparrows started up from dead branches.
The north wind got into warm clothes.
Cold loneliness is very important to life.
This is another kind of scenery.
In such a calm season
Fortunately, wind is a deep memory.
Start to let the tears crystallize little by little.
Winter always reminds people of something.
Or missed something.
When the fire is burning, I always feel that it can burn out.
In the past Many things need us to warm up.
In fact, love and life will be the same day by day.
quiet
Winter is a snowflake. let me ... ...
Learn to be grateful. Thank you for the breeze.
Bring me another kind of beauty in my life
Gently awakened my sleeping heart.
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Winter in the south
In the rural areas in the south, what remains in the field after autumn is the scar scraped by the sickle.
Wait until the call of the spring breeze next year.
I began to conceive dreams again.
Maybe our lives are the same?
The scarecrow sprawled on the ground.
Purely organized and undisciplined
Past eyes can't sweep out their hearts.
Emptiness and anxiety
Growing old in the wind and rain is the most corrupt
There is no need to talk about health and achievement.
Maybe it's just a corner
You found it.
Bright and dazzling.
Stubbornly run counter to the season.
But it still ignites your inner weakness.
Hope to be strong
As usual, a piece of paper is flying in front of your eyes.
Maybe it doesn't mean anything.
At best, it shows a depressed rural scene.
But it has given many people life and hope.
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Winter night travel
Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.
The bell of vespers rang for a long time.
The house is ready.
The table is full of rich banquets.
Only a few vagrants.
From the dark road to the gate
The tree of grace shines with golden light.
Suck the cold dew of the earth
The wanderer came in quietly.
Pain turned the threshold into stone.
In the clear and dazzling light
There is bread and wine on the table.
Winter rain >
The first rain in winter
Gently, gently.
As thin as silk.
Ba Jiangnan shuixiang
It was a stroke.
A watercolor painting.
A wet poem
Bridge of this season
Autumn is out of sight.
A distant figure
Winter rain is like smoke and dreams.
But it still has the beautiful charm of autumn.
Weave a piece carefully and closely.
Gorgeous transparent coat
Cold winter
It is also full of romantic poetry.
Misty rain and fog
It's a blur.
The rhythm of singing.
Sneak into a dream
Clean green space
although
This season is gradually becoming desolate.
Depression and decadence
Come with the north wind
however
But I learned from this cool winter rain.
Read it.
A new preface in winter
Winter in the north is winter. Xu zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
A team of athletes who dare to die,
Stand proudly in the face of war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles;
Concentrate the semen of life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Until Chunyang opened the prison of life,
Release a fresh tree head!
The effect of the struggle from patience to patience. See endurance,
Athletes go home and smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
A new land in winter
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?
Feng Zhi in the snow
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
The Happiness of Snowflakes Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Winter night travel
Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.
The bell of vespers rang for a long time.
The house is ready.
The table is full of rich banquets.
Only a few vagrants.
From the dark road to the gate
The tree of grace shines with golden light.
Suck the cold dew of the earth
The wanderer came in quietly.
Pain turned the threshold into stone.
In the clear and dazzling light
There is bread and wine on the table.
"I love winter" Tang
I like winter,
That six-petal snowflake,
This is a gift from grandpa Dong.
I like winter,
The snowman made by the children,
It is the joy that Santa Claus brings us;
I like winter,
That snowy world,
It is a playground for children;
I like winter,
That colorful cotton-padded jacket,
Add color to the snowy world;
I like winter,
That white and flawless winter
winter
The lush leaves are gone,
The waves of passion are not there,
It's hard to find windy and crisp air.
The wind stopped.
The last dying leaf stopped at the top of the tree.
The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun tried to disperse the dark clouds.
But too lazy to work,
A few rays of sunshine perfunctory.
Although there is temperature, it is daunting-
It shattered the last hope.
It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here.
The sun went down.
Fog, dark, gloomy came up.
It erodes every organic cell in space.
The wind doesn't like all this.
A roar, strong winds and waves, mountain sneaking,
Instead of taking everything, I left it piece by piece.
In winter, the only peace,
It's broken too.
Everything, because it's winter,
Yesterday's dense fog created today's confusion.
All the confusion completed today's dense fog.
Winter is a mystery,
The dense fog lost the road.
I lost my way and caught my heart.
Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
It is even more rare to be silent.
A pair of lonely souls!
No camp, no comments,
Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In the cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
Winter scenery
Don't say that winter is bleak and bleak.
Let's go to the wilderness for sightseeing and appreciation.
In this coldest season
You can see more strength and strength.
I know frozen rivers.
Still flowing forward under the ice
Look at that naughty sparrow.
Happy as spring.
I know the silent earth.
Is pregnant with vitality.
Look at those towering mountains.
I don't care about losing my green skirt.
Who left footprints in the residual snow?
Extend into the distance
Who is coming from afar step by step?
Carrying a heavy bag
Look at those bare trees.
Appear more straight and sharp.
Look at those clubs.
In full bloom proudly against the north wind.